Jesse Owens was the gun captain of gun number one in Battery A of the three battery section firing into the Yankee ranks before Savannah as the Yanks ...ade another frontal assault that 19 December, 1864. That day, Battery A contained three guns, firing as fast as they could be reloaded. Shells suddenly began screaming in and exploding from Yankee counter battery fire. Without warning, Jesse was enveloped in a blinding flash of light a concussion that was oddly without sound. Jesse was flung to. Even though her boots had lower heels, Tonya still towered over everyone except me. They were all smiles as I stood there incredulously."My goodness, you are all a vision!" I finally managed to exclaim.I guess that my enthusiasm made up for my lack of eloquence, because even Tonya had a smile for their muleskinner.We traipsed out of the apartment and ended up out on the street where I saw the strange coaches earlier. While we were waiting beside the road, I had my first look at the handbags the. Pound me.Tease me into a screaming, writhing, messed up slut.That is what I am.Messed up.A slut.An online slut who doesn't discriminate. Wait, yes I do....if you can't be coherent. If you all you do is tell me to get on my knees and then expect me to carry the rest of the conversation, I'll get bored and find someone else. If you are a young one, it's also a "no" from me. Yes, even when I'm THIS horny. However, IF you are of age, and can prove you are worth it...let's fuck. lolLike I said,. She was essentially helpless. She tested me trying to reach for me, but I pulled her hair back harder and pinched her nipple."Don't fucking move or I will stop" I promised vehemently. I stopped playing with her tits and brought my hand down hard on her ass, slapping it over and over. Each contact elicited a breathy "Yes!" from her. Her cries slowly turned into incoherent moans. I pulled her back with me as I moved to the middle of the bed, my hand now on the back of her neck. I pushed her down,.